Tonight a fear was borrowed from the past and buried deep within.

Saddened by the voiceless steps, as no creaking or sound erupted from the stairwell. As speechless ghosts were not found, were not roaming about. As droplets of rain stopped impacting the rooftop and the hailstorm was at an end, the fire continued on breathing but the house lay in silence. This is was I had always dreamed of, silence. To relax upon my couch and find myself blanketed in a comfort zone known as “calm”. To let my fingers dangle off the couch and allow my head to reach the far back pillow behind me and simply sink beneath the layers of red velvety leather. To inhale a deep breath of everything bundled up in a bomb and exhale the smoke and rest in the casting essence of, silence. My dream, understand, planned and organized, followed through and dedicated to this splendid night without darkness yet reaching it’s fingertips. This night was utterly ruined by my dream, this night was wrong, this night wasn’t capable of perfecting happiness. This night was the beginning of a nightmare to come. This night was a demon laying in wait, this night, this night was my worst fear after everything that has occurred. This night was not a dream at all, nothing more it was than a broken wish.